Unthinkable

Chapter 1 Gravity

August 2010, Manchester, UK

Camille: I just got to work, and I really don't want to have this conversation through text. I will call you later tonight. Love you.

She let out a frustrated sigh as she placed her phone face down on the make-up table. This was not how she wanted to start her morning, in a fight with David, through text none the less. She glanced down at the engagement ring he had proposed with 9 months ago. Wondering how things had begun to change right after she had said yes. In the last 6 months all they ever seemed to do was bicker and argue.

It would start off with something small and trivial that would somehow manifest into a full blown argument that ended with yelling, and sometimes even tears. She absently stroke the top of the diamond with her thumb and realized that she was not helping the relationship any bit being so far away from him.

"I may or may not have sweet talked the barista this morning into giving me the last blueberry pastry."

Camille broke out of her thoughts and turned around to the voice behind her. She couldn't help but smile when she saw the familiar handsome face of Sebastian Stan walking toward her, waving a brown paper bag in one hand, a coffee holder in the other.

"Did you say something to her in Romanian?" she teased reaching out her hand for what she hoped was her Espresso.

Sebastian furrow his eyebrows together and took a step back. "You want the pastry or not?"

"Sebastian!" Camille whined with a small pout and reached out her hand again. "You know I do." She closed her eyes for a split second when the whiff of coffee hit her nostrils. It was 5:45am and it was still dark and she needed her caffeine damn it. "Besides, it's not like you are doing this out of the goodness of your heart. We both know you are doing this so tomorrow I'll bring you pastries." she reminded, snatching the cup of coffee from its holder instead. She heard him mumble something in Romanian. Camille glared. "That better not have been an insult."

"Moi?" Pointing to himself. "I would never insult you Baby Doll."

She glared before taking a sip of her Espresso. Then closed her eyes, letting out a small moan of satisfaction when the caffeine hit her throat. She opened her eyes and found Sebastian staring attentively at her lips. She pushed the small flutter in her stomach away as he licked his lower lip. "Snap of out Cam!" scolding herself and said out loud instead. "Thanks for my Espresso, Stan." Emphasizing his last name.

"Don't call me Stan." Blinking out of his trance

"Don't call me Baby Doll."

Sebastian placed the coffee holder on the make-up table next to her phone and grabbed his own. "You know it slips out."

They been working together for the past 4 months and in that time frame she had heard him rehearse those lines while she did his make-up and hair about every day. It was bound to stick in someone's vocabulary but Sebastian only seem to use the term Doll with her. Camille was pretty sure he didn't call anyone else that. At least she had never heard him use it on anyone.

If someone would have told her 4 months ago, that she would be working on a major movie set doing hair and make-up for movie stars she would have laughed. But here she was- doing just that and having the time of her life. Not only was she getting to work on a real movie set and getting the experience but had also made some great friends in the short time. One of them being Sebastian Stan-one of the major players in the movie itself.

"Stan slipped out too." Camille retorted not missing a beat.

He snorted but finally handed her the brown bag with her morning pastry. "Smart ass."